Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ireland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jesper Dahlback to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
Marmalade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Duran Duran,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
Bobby Sherman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
CMW,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
The Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
Ronan,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
Amon Düül,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.